Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.